Sunday, August 29, 2004

So many things that we have never seen
Let's move from Ohio, sell this dam' old store
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor

Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Heard about them massages, and all those dirty shows
I read somewhere some places never close
While we waste time on yokels, comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor

Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound

Oh, New York, Oh, New York we're coming
Oh, we're coming to see what you're made of
Oh, you can't be as tough as you sound
Me and my baby, we're coming
Oh, we're coming

They're waiting for you and me, baby
Oh... (Repeat and fade out)

Somewhat abridged lyrics from Alice Cooper's "Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo)", from the 1973 album Muscle of Love, which I always thought was a lot better than the critics told me it was. Written by Cooper and Mike Bruce. God, I miss the Alice Cooper Band...

Oh, yeah- I'm posting this 'cause we're leaving this afternoon for our return trip to NYCNY, and I won't be within shouting distance of a computer for the next two days. This time we're staying in town, so we can attend the showcase Monday night at the Orpheum Theatre, after which we'll be driving home on Tuesday. Of course, those %#!@%$ Republicans and their stupid National Convention have to be going on at the same time, so I'm sure that will make driving into the city, a daunting task for this country boy, even more daunting. Sigh. How inconsiderate of them.

Anyway, happy trails, and unless I get injured in some sort of violent protest or blown to atoms by a suitcase bomb, I'll be back here (God/Goddess/Supreme Being willing) Wednesday to provide you with more free bloggy goodness.